(A/N: Wow, you know, looking back at my old work, my writing was terrible. For this story, I never even separated paragraphs; each chapter was a whole paragraph. I should go back to all my old work and rewrite them… On second thought, that'll take too long. Here's the next chapter.)

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Chapter 3: Aboard the S.S. Icing

Ann Chovy led them to the dock. There floated a yacht in the shape of a piece of cake. Chase and the others looked at it in awe.

"All aboard the S.S. Icing." Said Ann Chovy.

"Is that yacht really yours?" Kayla asked.

"Omelet?"

Ann Chovy shook her head. "It belongs to my master. I was allowed to use it as means of transport. Now lets get a move on; my master is not a patient man."

As they boarded the yacht, the Burnt Meatballs gave each other curious looks. "Isn't there a rule that says never get into a car with strangers?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, but this is a yacht." Said another.

"Isn't it the same principle?"

Chase noticed that his Meatballs were falling behind. "Hey, Meatballs, come on. There's nothing to worry about. With the Gluttons gone, we're all safe."

"I guess that's true." A Meatball replied.

"Yeah, our master would know if something was up."

Ann Chovy was getting impatient. "If your Meatballs don't want to come, they can stay behind." She told Chase. "It's not like they'll be much use to you in battle against my master anyway."

The Meatballs fell out of the sky in depression. "That's so cruel."

"We may not be strong on our own, but we are needed to serve Feastivus."

"We're just misunderstood."

Dia, being the rocket scientist that she was, examined the yacht professionally. "Quite impressive. How fast does it go?"

"I'm not sure." Ann Chovy replied. "Like I said, it's not mine. Now hurry up, we're leaving immediately." She turned away and whistled. "French Fly."

A Foodon flew up from below deck. It was small, no more than two and a half inches long. It had the body of a French fry with the end dipped in ketchup, along with the head, wings, and legs of a fly. It flew over to Ann Chovy, landing on her outstretched hand.

"Go to the island and inform my master that I am on my way with his guests." She ordered. French Fly buzzed in understanding before taking off. With that done, she started the yacht, ready to pull away from the deck. "He will let my master know that we're coming. Please, feel free to walk around."

As she steered the yacht out to sea, the others explored the deck and received a surprise when they realized that they weren't the only guests on the yacht.

"No way!" cried Pie Tin. "Is that…"

"It's Albert!" Chase cried, happy to see his friend and rival.

Albert, who had been relaxing in a beach chair getting a tan, looked up at the familiar voice. "Well look who it is." He said, removing his sunglasses. "Chase and the gang. Long time no see."

Chase nodded. "Yeah, it's been months."

"Since when have we become Chase and 'the gang'?" Kayla asked irritably.

"So if Chase is the hero, does this mean I'm just a sidekick?" Pie Tin wondered out loud.

"That means I'm the hero's romantic interest!" said Coco, turning red.

"And I'm the brains behind the operation." Dia cried happily.

Chase wasn't even paying them any attention as he and Albert caught up on old times. "So what are you doing here, Albert? Did Ann Chovy's master want to meet with you as well?"

Albert nodded. "Yeah, Ann Chovy found me yesterday. Said that she needed to pick up a few more people before we headed to her master's island. I should have known it was you. You are the King of Food after all. Speaking of which, why'd you abandon your position? You just up and disappeared."

Chase just waved it off. "Yeah, I had to get out of there. Being king wasn't for me. I needed more in life. I know in fairytales they make out the prince or whatever beating the bad guy then goes to rule his kingdom, but it's really not all it's cracked up to be. Sitting on a throne all day, giving orders and listening to requests. Boring. Oslo is much more suited for the job."

Coco, with her crush on Chase, was letting her imagination get the better of her. "If Chase is king, that means I'll be his queen." She said dreamily, then blushed. "Oh no, Coco, you're getting ahead of yourself. It's too soon to think about marriage. Oh, but Chase really is my prince."

Kayla cut her eyes at the older girl. It was common for her and Coco to fight for Chase's attention. "You're living in an actual fairytale."

Chase gave his sister a strange look. "What are you guys talking about?"

Albert chuckled, knowing exactly what was going on. Poor naïve Chase. "You'll understand someday, Chase. And Kayla, you need to learn to share your brother with others."

Chase was confused. "What will I understand someday?"

Albert just shook his head. "Forget it. So, what have you been doing since we last saw each other?"

Chase shrugged. "Same stuff as last time. Minus fighting off the Gluttons. How about yourself?"

Albert smirked, putting his sunglasses back on. "I've been around. Oh, and Pie Tin, you should go visit your parents more often. I stopped by your house a few weeks ago. They really miss you."

Pie Tin sighed. "I should have known. Ma Tin and Pa Tin need to learn to let me go. I'm a big boy now; I can take care of myself."

"You're only six years old." Kayla reminded him.

"And I single handedly defeated King Gorge when I was five."

"And just what did you do to stop him?"

"…"

Chase continued to remain oblivious to his friends as he and Albert chatted. "So have you heard anything about this master chef? Do you know who he is?"

The blond boy shrugged. "Nope, never heard of him. He's probably just someone who thinks he's a real big shot. But then, he's never faced chefs like us. I doubt he'll be a real challenge."

Ann Chovy, who had heard what the two boys were talking about, came to defend her master. "If you underestimate him, your Foodons will end up as the appetizer and never make it to the main course, let alone dessert."

Suddenly Chase realized that Ann Chovy hadn't even told them just who this master was. "What's his name anyway?"

"Pardon?"

"Your master. What'd you say his name was?"

Ann Chovy was silent for a moment, seeming to consider her words. "I didn't. You'll find out when you meet him."

"Why so secretive?" asked Pie Tin.

"My master likes his privacy. As do I."

"Is that why you keep your face hidden?" Dia asked.

Ann Chovy hesitated. "It is. Now please enjoy yourselves until we arrive. We should be there shortly. Within the next twenty minutes."

Chase and the others soon learned that when she said twenty minutes, she meant twenty minutes. Once twenty minutes were up, an island was in sight. But the gang's excitement soon turned to worry as they recognized a familiar landmark. There was a statue on the island the size of a skyscraper. It was a statue of King Gorge, and everyone knew that his statues were a symbol of Glutton territory.

But there was nothing to worry about. King Gorge had set up statues all over the place. So the Peppers, a secret organization that fought the Gluttons, had missed knocking down this one. The Gluttons were beaten, there was no reason for concern.

Right?

(A/N: So not much happened. Next chapter is when the plot will begin to unravel.)

French Fly- Food: French Fries.